She loves how I act,
                                   But I don't see why.
She loves how I talk,
                                    But I hate it.
She loves how I think,
                                     But I don't get it.
She loves how I look,
                                     But I never saw it.

She loves, and I will never see,
Being all in love, and yet so unworthy...

Come to me come, wherever you are,
When life is saddest, I'm never far,
Where things are hard, and you have to choose,
In the sing-songy home of the blues.

Come to me come, whenever you hate,
Yourself or others, it's not to late,
I'll help you and listen, when you need it most,
I'll hold you and bless you, and give you the most.

With broken wings
still i sing
i am far from death
and with this dream i will burn
**all the world has left